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“>Blackened wyrm, hidden among apple flesh slowly rotting upon the gardens floor. Waiting, biding, hiding in hearts of man curling and gnawing. Teeth tied with sinew and tendon, burrowing wyrm of lust and pride.

Hidden, caught in Adam’s throat, seething, growing.

>No dream too large
No person too small
No anger insignificant

No punishment unjust.”

- Musings of the Flesh